Its the same thing everyday...wake up, yawn and stretch, shake off any dirt, walk out and have every wolves eyes on me. But today is different, because today I'm going for my first hunt. Well its not really my first I went on plenty hunts as a child but today I'm making my first actual kill. Which is why I'm so bummed out, I'm not who you would call the..."kill on sight" kind of wolf. I like all animals and don't really think of them as a threat, prey, or any different I think were all alive and walk on 4 legs so what's the big deal?
As I'm sent out into the woods I can hear Bodie cheering my name and all the others wishing me good luck, good thing cause I'm gonna need it.
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Its been about 3 hours now and I haven't caught 1 animal. I can't just go back to the pack empty handed, they'll shame me and my dad will give me that one look that he always gave me as a pup. The kind of look that sticks with you forever, I shudder at the thought and continue on my way.
After a while I hear running in the bushes and snap my head in the direction of the sound and ready my hunting stance. The moment is tense as my muscles tense up ready to attack and then a little head pops out of the bushes. It was a fox...I stepped back a little shocked and confused, why was it in a bush? It jumps out and gave me a goofy Smile, one that I somewhat remember..." Hi! I'm red and a fox as you can probably tell!" Red? Why does that ring a bell....oh. Oh my...
